How does it feel to be made of paper
You can be hurt by the smallest things
A tear in you, even if not your wings
Can bring you crashing down...
But yet I use you, not wood, not plastic
But paper.
I fold you and make you fly
I give you the wings you never had, allow you to glide
If only someone would do that for me
I would be a paper plane, free
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PoesíaPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
